Target Practice Part 2
Just a heads up, I sound like a real bitch at the start of this piece.
The rage inside me had started to peak. How silly of him to challenge me. He was in no position at all to get away with such liberties. His back was practically a blank canvas for me to vent some steam. He had laughed. Giggled. Smirked even, when I missed my mark with the tasseled whip. I saw his body convulse. Not in recoil from the leather, not in reaction to the sting. But with amused chortles. My eyes narrowed. I leaned in to whisper right by his ear in a low growl, toying with his skin as I did so.
You shouldn’t have done that. You will regret this.
I left his body raking my nails swiftly down his back as I went, repairing to the kitchen where the ice cubes were waiting. Preparation is my middle name when needs be. I would have to sacrifice my own comfort as well. The ice would make my fingers cold. Something I detest. But, it was for the greater good. He needed to learn a lesson. Never insult LadyP. Ever.
I promptly placed about four cubes along his spine. Just to make my point clear. Another went to the top of his buttocks, resting just above the cleft so the chill water would melt down inbetween his cheeks. My hand went to his hair and dragged his head back up to meet my sneer.
You asked for this.
Which is technically true. He was the one who filled out the cheque wanting to be tied up. He was the one who surely knew that making fun of me, when in control-mode, would not have a bright outcome. And he wasn’t protesting. I heard the hiss of his breath as the ice met his skin. It was not one discomfort and ‘bad’ pain. His body contorted mildly as the ice hit its mark, yet again he did not howl in a way that would have let me know he wasn’t happy with this.
I don’t know why I’m trying to justify my actions. This is us. Take it or leave it. This is what rocks our world. Once in a blue moon. We don’t do this every time we fuck. And we don’t go in for the ‘no fucking when dominating’ view. No point. For us. We do this because it gets both of us off and after I had untied him, cradled him in my arms, he came back from the ashes and blazed anew. With a stronger flame.
Always my downfall, untying him. I lose my control when he has his hands free. But here is when, arguably, he does his best dominating. It’s almost as if he’s reasserting his masculinity and will go the extra mile to show me that, Now it’s His Turn. He will be all sexed-up from my attention to him, the heavy-breathing and beautiful erection, heated passions flaring and it will be channelled at me, the source of his fervour. I caused it, now I better deal with the consequences. Now he’s the one with all the desire and raging lust. He takes me and it is just that – possessing me, reclaiming me as his, not the other way around.
At this point that night, the hair grasping began. He pulled. Much like I had done to him. He pulled me backward by the hair close to him. The mild aura of threat about him, he was positioned behind me and held me down as he dipped his fingers inside me. I was completely aroused by everything earlier and his switching on me had tipped me over. I was very wet. He slipped two fingers in and out effortlessly, gathering speed, adding his thumb to my clit. Making me pant like some wild thing. His other hand roved between holding my hair and generally taking advantage of my body. Reaching under me to touch my breasts and pinch my nipples then moving down to squeeze my buttocks and give them a good few deep spanks. Not the light and quick, playful ones. These were spanks of meaning. Each hit landed his hand stayed there for a few seconds, grabbing at my flesh before returning for another.
I was lost in sub-space far too quickly. He’s too good at this. I was dimly aware he had reached out for the condom and was manoeuvring my frame around him. I came to my senses and pulled my body over his and straddled him. My hair fell about my shoulders in disarray, over my eyes and onto his skin as I leaned in close to him to meet him with a kiss. Taking little nips at his lips as I went, I lost myself once more to the rocking of our two bodies together and it wasn’t long before we both were in that other mindset of pleasure.
Sometimes good things do come of mistakes. I may have missed my mark, but we both hit the right spot together afterwards. It also gives me that opportunity to have another go at sharpening up my aim in the future.
Target Practice
Friday night and the Minx came out to play again.
I had already decided what I wanted. Spent the best part of an hour getting the bedroom and myself prepared. Now, fully prepped, I returned to him in the sitting room with our forgotten ‘lover’s chequebook’ we had cast aside many, many moons ago from our first year together. I dropped it into his lap as I strolled back to put the finishing touches to our bed.
Fill out three by the time I get back.
I already knew one of which he would choose. Upon returning to him, he had dutifully filled in the details.
PAY: Dirty Little Lady
I promise to let you tie me up
You have to admit, that’s pretty cute. The choice of value is already filled out for you, you just have to sign it off. A second read:
PAY: Miss [P]
I promise to let you have sex with me wherever you choose.
“Wherever I choose”? Now that is very tempting. I am holding onto that one for a summery day.
The third was left open as to the value – One for me to ponder over. I intended to cash in on the first cheque this night. I had already set up the transaction in pre-emptiveness.
I told him to go and have a shower then wait for me in the bedroom. I wanted him to stew a little. The bindings lay over the pillows, tied one end to the metal frame. A few other options draped over the end of the bed - a short length of black silk we use as a blindfold, another two scarves and the tasseled whip. Just to get the apprehension going. I continued to potter in the other room. Flicking through emails. Wittering on Twitter. I am not addicted. I think. After I heard him exit the bathroom and complied with his second instruction, I added another fifteen minutes to his arduous wait. Only then I thought about getting up and moved to the kitchen. I knew he could hear me as I padded into the next room. I knew he heard the freezer door open and shut as I removed the ice and let several cubes fall conspicuously into a bowl. It’s a distinctive sound. By this time my own senses were sharpening up. Mostly touch. The temperature of the ice reminded me that I should start out a little friendly at least and I left the bowl in the kitchen. Ready just in case it was required. I continued to draw out his wait as I moved to the bathroom myself. Mostly to preen unnecessarily and touch up the eyeliner. Not that he’d see much of it anyway after his sight was darkened by the blindfold. But I like to make a memorable entrance.
For this I had also filled out a cheque for him.
PAY: The Gorgeous One
I promise to seduce you while wearing my La Senza & Agent Provocateur lingerie.
I was bringing out the silk and the lace. Full battle-mode. Command and Conquer. [Yes, I did just type that. Yes, I know how it sounds]
He was within my sights. Time to take aim.
I knew he would be naked, but that initial sight of entering a room to be faced with a nude man face down on my bed caught me off-guard. His pale skin stood out from the dark red of the linen. A beautiful contrast between the light and dark; his deshabillé to my lingerie. I tried not to let my slip-up in concentration show. Moving over to him, I grabbed at his buttocks and gave them a light spank – well, they were there, asking for it. I lay next to him fleetingly, pressing against the length of his body. As I ran my hands down his back I felt him shiver under my touch. The ice’s frozen kiss still lingered on my fingers.
I turned him over, levering using his shoulders. His mind must have been filled with all the dirty possibilities those cheques held, for he was all beautifully aroused and hard for me. Funny how your eyes are drawn to prominent objects. Without saying a word, I drew my gaze directly to his eyes and swooped over to straddle him. Hands straight into his hair, I grabbed hold of it as I gave him a deep, breathy kiss. I slipped my hand down to caress the side of his cheek before trailing along his arm to grasp at his wrist that was busy in my own hair sending me delirious with how he toyed with my strands. Here I was positioned in one of my most beloved poses/moves. Lying on top of him, I took his two wrists firmly in hand and drew them above his head. As I did so, the movement equally drew my face closer to his own until I was millimetres from contact. I like the sense of challenge and intimidation this position has.
I thought I would try out something new, something he has done with me a while back, but I had yet to explore. I intimated I wanted him turned onto his front to expose his back. One after the other, I took his hands in my own and brought it to rest on his back, just above his buttocks. Mock-arrest style. Utterly divine image. Coiling a length of black satin sash around his wrists, I bound them together. My breathing had already started to grow haggard. I attempted to compose myself once again. This was going to be a challenge for me as well.
After the final touch of the blindfold, we were both highly attune to every movement by the other. He by my position within the bedroom, and I to his little flickers and shivers his body betrayed to me. I opened up the evening with a few light spanks and even lighter trailings of my nails down his flanks. He was behaving well, responding appropriately to the attention, making all the right noises.
I stepped up a gear and took hold of the tasseled whip. It’s a hard thing to wield correctly. For me at any rate. I can’t seem to aim it as well as Mister does. Inevitably after a few swipes at his flesh, I missed my mark by quite a way.
I was not impressed by his response to this.
He dared to laugh. At Me.
Not a very wise thing to do. My reproach seemed amusing to him also. Again. Not A Wise Thing To Do.
How dare you? Right. You asked for this.
I walked out furious at his audacity. The ice would be playing a major role in tonight’s performance. Time for some targeted punishment.
